Chapter 4: Supplemental #1

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Two weeks after her trip to Paris, Angela was at a loss. She sat down at the computer, feeling like a weight had been dropped into the pit of her stomach and she couldn't get it to go away. Reaching out and tapping her notes, she started a new file.

Dr. Angela Ziegler HEZG Supplemental

November 10, 2077

I have made…a rather disturbing breakthrough with the results of this genetic modification. I've been back from Paris for two weeks. Am élie insisted on coming with me in order to continue her "treatments", as she calls them. Unfortunately, the breakthrough I have had is one I wish I never found out.

Upon returning, and being thoroughly drained by both Hana and Am élie, I decided to run two tests. Two of the lower staff of Overwatch, a couple of privates willing to do anything to be successful—and yes, I feel horribly about taking advantage of these two lovely young women, but I needed untainted variables—joined me in the lab. Upon revealing my intentions and my appendage, both girls were eager to help, but I had conditions.

Subject Alpha, codenamed so as to not have her personal data on record, was an "Ingestion" test. Offering herself and mouth to my organ, a thorough blowjob was administered, and while she shows promise, the results were nearly instant. The moment she swallowed of my seed, something in her changed and it was all I could do to keep her off of me until the next tests. I conducted two more tests with Alpha, vaginal penetration, and ejaculation, as well as another oral test to make sure my findings were concrete.

Subject Beta, again codenamed for anonymity, was not subjected to the ingestion, but merely received my ejaculate on her chest and body, not getting it in her mouth. She felt no desires like Alpha did. I ran the next two tests the same way, penetration and internal ejaculation as well as another oral to be completely certain and thorough.

When running the footage from both sets of tests side by side and seeing what happened to Hana and Am élie after their encounters with me, I am certain of one thing. Any woman that ingests my ejaculate becomes addicted to the taste, willing to do whatever she can to get more of it. Any next encounters are going to have be carefully done, otherwise I'll have a horde of cum-obsessed zombies on my hands, and that is the last thing that I want.

Sometimes I question my methods and my own goals, and this is one of those times I ask myself, "What horror have you created this time, Angela?"

She reached up and shut the recording off, sighing as her hand ran through her hair. "What have you done this time, Angela," she muttered. Reaching into her desk, Angela pulled a bottle of whisky out, chuckling as she looked at the label.

"Confiscated this off of Jesse years ago. Surprised it's still here," Angela said, cracking the label and pouring some into her coffee cup before tossing it back and making a face. "What the hell am I doing?" She capped the bottle and stuffed it back into the desk, hearing her phone go off.

Getting up and grabbing the phone, she looked at the caller ID and sighed, shaking her head as Lena "Tracer" Oxton's face and name appeared on the ID. "Hello, Lena."

"Angie! I was wondering if you could make a house call out to King's Row?"

"What's wrong, Lena?"

"Em's feeling a little under the weather and she doesn't wanna go to the hospital. Something about "Prodding hands in places" and refuses."

The sound of the phone being taken was heard. "Dr. Ziegler, it's nothing. Just the starting of a cold. I'll be fine and Lena's blowing this out of proportion. I'll be fine."

Angela giggled and smiled softly. "It's no problem, Emily. Tell Lena I'll take the first flight out in the morning and I'll be there tomorrow night. It'll be nice to see you both again."

"Alright, Doctor. If you think it's best. We'll see you tomorrow." The line went dead, Angela being left with yet another dilemma.

"Well…as if the Gods themselves are watching me, they're giving me this opportunity to test my new hypothesis about my growth. What fresh hell am I to step into with these two women?" she asked herself, shaking her head.